"Harry!" complained the red head.
"Yes, Little Brother?"
"Why didn't you write me???" whined the red head.
Harry sighed and pushed his brother off of him. He sat beside Hermione and crossed his right leg over his left. He stared into Ellil's black eyes for a moment. "So, how was your summer, Ellil?" he asked softly. Ellil grinned and began recounting his summer, but Harry could tell some of it was edited out. "So… Lord Voldemort," he spat the name with venom as he much preferred Father or Tom, "has returned, you say?"
Ellil nodded his head rapidly. "Yes!! I saw him! He used my blood!!" Harry and Hermione exchanged wry smiles. "What?! You don't believe me, DO YOU!?" Ellil screamed. Temper… Horrid temper.
"Harry," Hermione said, "you get it from your mother's side, I'm guessing, since Dragon and Moon are much more composed than you when angered, so James couldn't have been angered easily."
Harry shot Ellil a smile. "Guess it's a red head thing." He and Hermione burst out laughing and everyone stared at Harry in shock. What had happened to Harry during his three year AWOL? No one, no one except Tom, Harry, and Toby, knows. Hermione sighed once the pair had stopped laughing and straightened out. The door slid open, revealing… Harry blinked. He blinked again. No matter how many times he blinked, the woman refused to leave his vision. He looked at her. She looked back, a smile on her face.
"Oh my god," he said. "Toad Lady, what are you doing here? Did Brownie finally decide to send you back to school?"
She tittered. "No, no," she chided his insolence, "he merely wanted me to make sure…" they exchanged predatory smiles. "To make sure his little Nargle was safe and sound." Harry grinned his feral, trademark grin.
"Speaking of Nargles, Toad Lady, Lun still hasn't found hers… I'm wondering if your toad tongue snatched them up."
"Oh!" Tittered Umbridge. "That must've been what was in my Potter Pie." Harry made a face.
"Lovely," he replied, throwing his hands up in surrender.
"You win, Toad Lady. For now," he added threateningly.
Umbridge smiled softly and fondly at him. Oh yes, they may act spiteful, but deep down, they share a grandma-grandson bond… WAY deep down, as in, deeper than the fiery pits of hell deep down. Eh, whatever. Best not push it, hm? "Alright," she said in her cooing voice. "All you need to do is go through the train and make sure there is perfect order. You may then go back to your friends within the final hour of the trip, alright?" The eight Prefects nodded and filed out. Harry took the first three cabins, Hermione the next three, Ellil the next three, Lavender the next three, Terry the three after that, Mandy the following three, Zacharias –who preferred Zach- the three following Mandy's, and Susan the final three. Harry sighed and set down a little first year he had been comforting, as he had been picked on by a seventh year Ravenclaw.
"DAMMIT!! THAT'S MY CAULDRON CAKE, DON!!! GIVE IT!!"
"SHUT UP!!! I BOUGHT IT AND GAVE IT TO YOU AND DECIDED I WANTED IT BACK, SO IT'S MINE SUZIE!!" a pair of voice shrieked. Harry sighed and walked nonchalantly into the middle cabin and looked at the scene. A blond girl and a blond boy were shrieking at each other. The blond boy held a Cauldron Cake high in the air. They kept screaming profanities at each other. Harry silently picked his way through the onlookers and entered the main circle. Don and Suzie paid him no mind until they heard him speak.
"Gosh this cake is good…" he murmured. Suzie shrieked again, only louder this time, and tears welled up in her eyes. She stormed right up to Harry and slapped him.
"YOU JERK!! THAT WAS MY LAST-" but she froze. Harry's eyes were blazing red and he had grabbed her wrists in his anger.
"Do not raise your voice with me, you little whore," Harry snarled and the crowd fell entirely silent in shock. "Do not raise your hands to me, do not, I repeat, do not swear at me, Little Whore. I am a Prefect, I have been AWOL for three years, I think I could take you out if need be." Suzie glared at him.
"LET GO OF ME!!" she shrieked. "LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO!!!!" Harry let her go and brought his hand back, striking her. She flew off to the left, clutching her cheek where a welt obviously was.
"Harry?" he heard Hermione's voice ask. She was pushing herself through the crowd.
Harry's voice was feral, menacing. Suzie whimpered, tears raining freely down her face. "Do you like being slapped, huh?!" Harry screamed at her.
"Harry!!" Hermione's offended voice cried. She was at the front of the circle.
"Do you?!" thundered the Prince. Suzie shook her head. "Then learn your place, you little whore, because, when you're older, people aren't going to be as nice as I'm being to you."
"You call abusing a girl being nice?!" Don cried incredulously. Harry turned his flaming ruby gaze on Don. He smiled in a sickeningly sweet way.
"Compared to my ideal world," Hermione stifled a giggle, "yes. Because, in my world, Suzie here would be hit with Avada Kedavera faster than you can scream my name."
Don paled drastically and Suzie went into hyperventilation. What kind of sick person would say that?!?! They stared at Harry in horror while he and Hermione chuckled darkly. Without warning, the pair drew their wands. Suzie fainted on the spot, thinking she was going to die. When Harry's wand started to glow blue, the crowd screamed and dispersed and Draco exited a compartment, wand drawn, looking for the fire. They stared at their friend who grinned sheepishly and went back into his compartment.